“The guys would love that,” Carter chuckled. “She’s got some fuckin’ tits on her.”
Julian’s neck was tight. I noticed a vein in his forehead that I hadn’t before. I willed him silently to calm down, but that was impossible with Turner escalating his idiocy.
“Yeah, I’m pissed I didn’t get to see those things that night at the pool. I swear she was shaking them around on purpose to get my dick fuckin’ hard,” he said, prompting my lip to curl in a sneer. How delusional are you, Turn
er? My chest heaved as his blatant lies continued. “Should’ve fucked her right in front of Julian.”
Julian’s hand formed a fist against the wall above my head. He looked a second from losing it so with a hand on his jaw I turned him to face me, my eyes urging him to breathe as my free hand resumed stroking his cock.
“Baby,” he whispered his tortured warning. His eyes closed as I slowly picked up my pace.
“I fuckin’ tried getting in her room today. She shut me down.”
I bit down hard on my lip as Turner revealed what I had yet to tell Julian. My eyes were big, unblinking as Julian stared into me, his eyebrows pulling tight in silent question about what happened today before dinner. I didn’t know how to calm him. My pulse was fast as I watched the hollows of his cheeks flex as he clenched his jaw. His shoulders went rigid again, and his chest expanded under his shirt, looking so tight I swore I could bounce quarters off it.
He was livid, but his anger wasn’t for me. It was for them.
“Just kick the door open next time,” Carter joked.
“For her I might have to. I’m gonna fuck her one way or another.”
That was it.
Shit.
My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the last of Julian’s composure flicker out of his eyes. But instead of flying out and slamming Turner’s head in the wall, he yanked my leg up against his body, pushing my panties aside with his cock.
Holy fuck.
Shock rippled my body as Julian’s hard cock pushed inside me. Electricity crackled between us, our stares locked unblinkingly on each other as he entered me inch by solid inch.
“We’ll find a way to get her clothes off,” Carter snorted as I dug my nails into Julian’s shoulders, lifting myself to give him more leverage to rock his hips inside me.
I soaked in his wordless intensity as I grinded against him, my body flooded with a mixture of anger, satisfaction and vengeance.
The Roths could suggest all they wanted that I could be theirs, but the truth was in front of me and inside me, and it fucked me hard the moment the brothers left the room.
“Mine,” Julian growled, his lips on mine as he shook the stall, his hips thrusting tirelessly inside me. “You belong to me.” He kissed me with a hunger that grew by the second. “Only me, Sara.”
“That’s all I want,” I whispered tremulously as he kept the tempo of his stroke while sucking the tips of my breasts in his mouth. I rolled my head back against the stall, my breaths growing jagged as he flicked and swirled his tongue over me, my pleasure building so high so fast I only vaguely sensed Julian lifting me like a feather off the ground.
Pinned against the wall, his cock pierced me deep, and his abs rubbed against my clit for barely five seconds before the sensation became unbearable.
“Come for me, baby,” Julian murmured fervently.
My body obliged and took him with me, my lips gasping for air as Julian finished inside me with an echoing roar. We were entirely too loud for the setting, but we didn’t care – couldn’t even if we tried. We were too hot, angry, and eager to stake our claims on one another tonight.
And we were both too far gone to stop ourselves.
34
SARA
From dinner, we went straight back to our hotel room – rather, my hotel room that we were apparently now sharing.
After grabbing his bag from his suite down the hall, Julian returned to me. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, he quietly unbuttoned his shirt, getting leisurely undressed while watching me shower through the glass door. I could see behind him into the living room, and out the windows at the moonlight glimmering over the water.
For once, I enjoyed the partition between Julian and me. I wiped at the fog steaming the shower door as I continued watching him drift in and out of the bathroom while taking his clothes, his watch and his shoes off. Without something separating us, I was pretty sure I’d climb all over him again – it was hard not to, even when I was still catching my breath from what he’d just done to me at the restaurant.